Hotel de la Poste

In the heart of Brussels, Hotel de la Poste stands like a mausoleum of forgotten memories, its 19th-century facade cloaked in shadows that seem to breathe with a sinister life of their own. The air crackles with the remnants of whispered secrets, ghostly murmurs that glide through the corridors, chilling the spine like a lover's caress gone sour, while beneath the floorboards, the basement hums with a palpable cold that sinks into the bones-an invitation for the unwary to descend into its depths, never to return. Guests have often reported feeling an unseen presence draw close, only to be engulfed in an icy silence, as if the hotel itself was swallowing their breath, leaving behind an echo of dread that lingers